Rematch: Alex Vs Damon: Part 1 punk_wrestler2000

After his loss to Shawn, Alex knew he needed another win. He decided to challenge Damon to a rematch. Alex had squashed Damon a month ago and figured he could play on Damon's desire to get even to notch another W in his win column.

Alex felt he was no longer a jobber, and beating Damon again would go a long ways toward erasing that title. One Alex hated and detested.

Alex found Damon and his runty tag team partner Marcus working out. Maybe after he whipped Damon he would challenge Marcus.

Alex walked up to Damon as he spotted for Marcus. "Hey, Damon."

Damon turned to see the lightweight Jobber standing nose to nose with him. Damon felt a burning desire to kick Alex's ass right here and now for the ass whipping he had dished out to him earlier this year.

"What do you want, JOBBER?" Damon said as he set the weights down.

Alex flexed his hard teen biceps, then rammed a hard fist to Damon's stomach. Damon grunted and doubled over from the unexpected blow. "I want another shot at you. I want to KICK YOUR ASS, again." Alex said as he waited for Damon to straighten up.

Damon noticed Alex was cocky this time. Alex was exuding confidence. Damon glanced toward Marcus who was nodding for him to take the challenge.

Damon turned back to Alex. "All right, Jobber, I will take you on again."

Alex smiled, that was what he had wanted. A guaranteed win. Another win over Damon would give him confidence to challenge Shawn to a rematch and whip him.

As Alex left the weight room, Marcus stood and walked over to his best friend, "Damon, stay focused, This is not a month ago. A month ago you were having a rough time. I know you can whip him."

Damon nodded, but wondered if he could. The last time Alex had squashed him in the ring.

Damon was nervous as he entered the TW locker room and waited for the match to be announced. He knew if Alex beat him again, he would earn the title of Jobber. He could not handle that.

Damon knew he was a good tag team wrestler, but even so he needed individual wins if he were to get a title shot.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match tonight is a challenge match. It's from a lightweight to a middleweight. Its is also a rematch."

"Making his way to the ring, accompanied by his tag team partner is Damon. Damon stands 5'10 and weighs 169 pounds."

Damon entered to a warm reception. He stepped through the ropes as Marcus head to the stands and took his seat.

"His opponent for this rematch is Alex. Alex also stands 5'10 and he weighed in at 145 pounds. The match will have a thirty minute time limit."

The two grapplers stood center mat trying to stare each other down and look intimidating.

The referee checked both guys over for hidden weapons and loaded padds and boots. Finding nothing he told them to move to their corners and come out wrestling at the sound of the bell.

He referee had already decided and he had the backing of the Commissioners, if the match got brutal that he could call it. Since Rob's brutal beating of Anton, they were going to become more strict in their decisions. They did not need teens getting their noses broken and coughing up blood from brutality that had no place in sports.

Accidents would still happen, along with illegal blows, but out and out closed fists to the face would no longer be tolerated. Except in contract binding NHB matches. There, any would still go.

The bell sounded and Damon and Alex moved center ring going for the lead off lock up.

Alex knew he had to strike hard and fast. He wanted an early win over the Pretty Boy.

As Damon approached Alex, Alex was ready. He landed a straight hard fast kick to Damon's lower belly. Damon was unprepared for the blow and doubled forward. Alex quickly hooked his neck and bull dogged his face to the mat.

Alex stood quickly to his feet and bounced off the ropes. He landed a knee to the small of Damon's back producing a loud satisfying grunt. Alex then moved to Damon's head and cinched in a front face lock. Once the ref had checked to assure it was not a choke, Alex turned it into a choke.

Damon's feet kicked the mat and his hands clawed Alex's as he tried to break the vicious hold.

As the ref watched Damon kick and squirm he knelt down and checked the hold again. He started his count. Alex dug his fingers into Damon's throat deeply, then released the hold on the count of three. He did not want a DQ. He wanted to whip this pretty boy.

Damon was pissed. Alex was working him over again. He climbed to his knees and felt Alex land a hard kick to his stomach. Damon fell back to the mat breathing hard. Alex dropped an elbow to his back, than cinched in a camel clutch.

Damon felt the tug on his back and neck as Alex leaned back and powered into the hold.

Marcus watched from the stands knowing if Damon lost he would need a new partner.

The ref was asking Damon if he wanted to submit. Damon grunted out a loud no.

Alex continued to crank on the pressure. Damon could not believe this JOBBER was kicking his as a second time.

Damon's neck and back were sore. He felt Alex digging his knees into his ribcage.

Alex knew he was in control of the middleweight. His face bore cocky expression as he continued to give Damon grief.

Damon was sweating and breathing hard as he struggled to take the pain. He could not believe he was close to submitting to this Jobber, again.

Alex released Damon's neck and locked in a sleeper hold.

Alex rolled Damon to his back and wrapped his legs around Damon's stomach. Damon grunted loudly as his midsection was compressed by Alex's powerful leg lock.

Damon could feel himself going out.

Marcus was on his feet as Alex prepared to take Damon out in the center of the ring.

Alex knew he had the heavier, more muscular teen whipped. He bore down on both holds and applied a killed squeeze to Damon's abs. Damon let out a weak grunt.

Damon was desperate for relief. He knew if he did not do something and quickly he was going out.

Damon rammed a hard elbow into Alex's ribs. Alex grunted but did not release his sleeper.

Alex released his body scissors and drove the heel of his foot hard to Damon's stomach.

Damon grunted as the blow tore into his now tender gut.

Damon rammed two hard elbows to Alex's ribs and stomach.

Alex let out a big grunt and a whish of air as Damon's elbows connected with authority.

Damon plowed another blow to Alex's stomach. Alex released the sleeper hold in an attempt to stop the hard elbows.

Damon gulped down air as the vicious sleeper was released.

As he sat forward, he slammed and elbow to Alex's head. Alex fell to the mat dazed. Damon pulled his legs apart and rolled towards a neutral corner.

Damon pulled himself to his feet with the help of the ropes. He sagged in the corner trying to catch his breath.

Alex was back on his feet. He was not nearly as winded as Damon and he was ready to continue. He moved towards the winded and sore teen.

Alex stopped mid ring. He smiled cockily at Damon, then made a come on motion.

When Damon hesitated, Alex grinned. "Come on PRETTY BOY. Wrestle me. Show me what you got." Alex made another come on motion to Damon.

Damon's face flushed red, as the lightweight JOBBER taunted him.

Damon felt his inner resolve returning. The two teens charged towards each other. Damon was faster. He side-stepped Alex and brought a hard knee into Alex's lean stomach.

Alex grunted and doubled over. Damon pivoted and landed a forearm across his neck. Alex dropped to his knees.

Damon stepped in front of Alex and lifted him from the mat. He lifted Alex high in the air, then power bombed him to the mat. Alex hit hard letting out a slight grunt. Damon stomped his gut twice.

Damon had a renewed energy as he took control of the match. He lifted Alex to his feet and flung him to the ropes. As Alex bounced back, Damon delivered a double axe handle blow to his lower belly. Alex dropped to his knees sucking wind.

Damon again lifted Alex to his feet. He maneuvered the lightweight around and lifted in up. He slammed Alex over his out stretched knee gut first. Alex rolled to the mat clutching his stomach.

Damon moved to the ropes, bounced off and dropped an elbow to Alex's back.

Alex rolled around the mat with one hand on his gut and the other around his back. He was hurting big time.

Alex's face no longer bore a cocky expression. He was sore.

Damon took his time and measured his opponent.

As Alex started to stand, Damon moved behind him and locked on an abdominal stretch. Alex yelled out in pain as he felt his abs being contorted.

Damon poured on the pressure. When Alex refused to submit, Damon slapped on an ab claw.

Alex screamed out as he felt his abs being torn into by Damon's powerful fingers.

The referee was there asking Alex if he was ready to quit. Alex refused. He had beaten this kid before. He would do it again.

Alex maneuvered his arm around Damon's backside.

Damon tried to block, but Alex was quick as he somehow powered Damon over his hips and to the mat.

Damon grunted as he hit the mat. Alex fell to his knees, then quickly rolled and rammed a head butt to Damon's belly.

Damon double up as Alex rammed his head a second time to his stomach.

Both teens were winded and tired as they struggled to get to their feet.

Marcus was impressed to see the lighter boy giving Damon this hard of time.

They circled. As they went for a lock up, Damon landed a hard knee to Alex's gut. Alex sucked in his breath. Damon pivoted and powered a hard right hand to Alex's lower belly. Alex stumbled back to the ropes. Damon followed landing a forearm across his lean chest.

Damon gripped Alex's arms and whipped him across the ring. Alex hit the ropes and flew back toward a waiting Damon. Damon dropped to his knees and slammed a brutal uppercut to Alex's stomach. The impact of the blow flipped Alex to his back. Damon quickly stood and dropped down on the boy with both knees. Alex whished out his air as his stomach was squashed.

Damon stood and lifted the prone teen to his feet. He fired Alex to the ropes again. This time he caught the lighter boy and lifted him over his head. Damon slammed Alex over his knees in a bone jarring back breaker. Alex rolled limply to the mat. Both of his hands were gripping his sore back.

Damon stood quickly. Once again he drug the lightweight grappler to his feet. He flung Alex to the ropes and this time caught him in his arms. He flipped Alex to the mat in a belly to belly suplex.

Alex felt the fight being crushed out of him. He felt Damon hook his legs and go for the pin.

Alex tried to kick out, and did so on the two count. Damon slapped the mat, then drug Alex to his feet again. He planted a knee lift to Alex's aching stomach. As Alex doubled forward, Damon squatted down and racked the teen. He held Alex racked, then he dropped backwards. Damon's head slammed full force into Alex's sternum.

Alex gasped for breath as Damon turned and hooked his legs. Alex tried in vain to muster enough power to kick out, but he was spent. The ref's hand struck the mat three times.

Damon released his pinning combination and stood to his feet. He jumped high in the air as he was announced the wined.

Marcus joined his best friends and tag partner center ring. They exchanged slaps on the back and high fives.

It was then they noticed Tyson and Brett giving them the eye.

Damon and Marcus ignored the powerful tag team that had handed them to harsh defeats. They would be ready for the BAD BOYS, next time they faced them.

As if reading their minds, Tyson walked boldly to the ring. In his hand was a contract. "Damon, Marcus if you two wimps have the nerve we have a contract here to meet you guys next week in a tag match. Game to go for loss number 3 to us?" Tyson said as he held the contract towards them.

Marcus took the contract. "You got it, Tyson. Damon and I will whip you and Brett this time."

Marcus and Damon signed the contract and tossed it back to Tyson. Tyson glance at Brett and smiled. They knew next week they would have an easy win.

Marcus and Damon went back to the locker room. They planned to remain and watch Cody make his title defense.